Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

"It was eerie even thinking about him after that day, knowing that it was all my fault that he was gone, that I'd lost him forever. Never again would I look into those beautiful blue eyes, or wake up beside him. I'd never have breakfast with him again, I'd never do anything with him again, because he was dead, and it was all my fault. I killed him." (1st book in the FM Trilogy)

"The world was a different place, now that he was dead. The love of my life, gone forever. In my dreams, I would see him on the verge of those chalky white cliffs, and he would look at me, before stepping over the edge. He killed himself, and left me with nothing. So that was what I became. Nothing." (2nd book in the FM Trilogy)

"I was lost in a world of sex and drugs and boys, until he came along. It kind of hit me by surprise, how easily I fell in love with him. To everyone but him, I was just a heartless bastard. Maybe they were right about me. Maybe I couldn't be saved. People have died trying, after all, and their blood was on my hands. But maybe, just maybe... I could still be saved. (3rd book in the FM Trilogy)

Remy Rutherford and Milo Young hate each-other. No, hate isn't even the right word. Despise? Loathe? I don't think there is a word to describe their hatred, but we'll stick with hate for now. Remy and Milo hate each-other, and everyone knows it. A long high school rivalry between the track team and the basketball jocks only made it worse, and they have an especially shitty past too. But when Remy starts feeling things other than hate for his no.1 nemisis, he goes on a personal mission to top the jock, and this is how he did it. (STANDALONE - 3rd book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy) *despite the title, this story does not contain any sexual content. I apologise for the clickbait lmao.

#1 in Secretly In Love!! Punk boy Dean Gates has always been the most adored boy in school. Making out with girls at random, and having even guys drop down to their knees kissing the ground he walked on. He had to admit, he was gorgeous. Hard to resist, really. Jake Owens was a little known type of guy, he had his own little group of friends, and he was happy.. right? Behind closed doors, he wasn't the happy, jump around type of guy. He wasn't as happy as everyone thought he was.. he was a boy that didn't like the life he was living. That was until Dean bumped into Jake one day, in Jake's eyes, everything changed.. What was Dean feeling? // Laugh Often was a fan fiction, I've rewritten it, changed the names, but kept the plot the same, (because I like the plot) and hopefully those who aren't interested in fan fictions can now enjoy this book as it is, a fictional story. \\

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."